Lion Head Mesa 武士 Yūyake

satsu was cruel and then she was not. 

tamar hovered close, helpless. she could do none of those things. but neither did she know what was wished.

when satsu leveled her accusation, the girl lowered her head, shaking it in a plead. "i have not, majesty," she attempted to assure.

did she mean pharaoh? arsenio? tamar dared not speak more as satsu mumbled and set the sharp blue of her eyes toward her own face.